I Don't Need A Cloak To Become

And Hermione Was Struggling To Her Feet In The Wreckage, And Three Red-headed Men Were Grouped On The Ground Where The Wall Had Blasted Apart. Harry Grabbed Hermione's Hand As They Staggered And Stumbled Over Stone And Wood. 'no - No - No!' Someone Was Shouting. 'no! Fred! No!' And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

Such Loyalty Is Admirable, Of Course,” Said Scrimgeour, Who Seemed To Be Restraining His Irritation With Difficulty, “but Dumbledore Is Gone, Harry. He’s Gone.” “he Will Only Be Gone From The School When None Here Are Loyal To Him,” Said Harry, Smiling In Spite Of Himself.

I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .

You See, I, Unlike You, Have Been Made A Prefect, Which Means That I, Unlike You, Have The Power To Hand Out Punishments.” “yeah,” Said Harry, “but You, Unlike Me, Are A Git.